2004 May

I've said it before, and I'll say it again: Gone with the Wind is one of the silliest movies of all time.

It's time to find a puppy. Seeking something local in the “poo” range, apparently. Which, from my understanding, is what every doggie does (that is, make doggie doo). Cockapoo? (…)

And with little fanfare, the DVD Deal Center relaunches.

There. I've said it.

So, I'm wiping up a small spill on my desk… and… there he is, smiling back at me. It's Jesus Christ. Either that, or the spirit of Charlie Brown? I'm officially freaked. (…)

What is it about Halo that makes it so addictive? Myszka's been over here for the past thirteen hours and he can't seem to get past level #5,221 - or was that #32,298? (…)

Well, I've been doing it for a little over a year now. Grand total: 110 chests. You do the math. (…)

Sean is eBaying his “Sony Clie Peg UX50 with memory stick, barely used. New!” - which used to be my Sony Clie… even then, barely used. (…)

Headache. Tummyache. Bedtime.

I can't find any information on their Web site, but I just picked up a box of non-hydrogenated Triscuits! It's been well over five years since I was able to munch on one. (…)

I took another look at the screen shot that was submitted to me a few minutes ago, based on the first comment in my previous post. (…)